between two tall skeletons of birches
i walk right into the heart of mid-autumn
with the city gate as my starting point
but without any predetermined destination
along a less frequently trodden trail
i keep traveling behind my own soul
each time I climb onto a little ridge
i see another higher up just ahead
it is not a question of uphill or downhill
nor a choice between two different roads
once standing on the peak to look back
i find all mountains so surprisingly small
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Британишский – Двуединство души
- Picking Cherries by Mike Yuan
- Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare
- Нина Стожкова – Подарки деда Мороза
- Sonnet 03: Canzone poem – John Milton poems
- Robert Burns: Here’s His Health In Water :
- The Reef poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Gallery poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- O Why Do You Walk poem – A. E. Housman
- Post coitum omne animal triste est sive gallus et mulier by T. Wignesan.
- Memory by Siegfried Sassoon
- the_solitary_oak_on_mount_kremlin_bicetre.html
- Николай Языков – Поэт (Радушно рабствует поэту)
- Not Here by Rumi
- Implosions
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
